[This is a pretty standard "housewife/repair man" story. I've been experimenting with different story types, so I would appreciate knowing what you think.]
He knew she was going to be his the moment he laid eyes on her in the doorway. He had seen her type before: middle-aged housewife, with too much time on her hands. Kids at school all day, a husband that worked too much. She probably didn't think she was attractive anymore. All pretty standard stuff.
He smiled when she opened the door at looked at him.
"Can I help you?" she said politely.
"Hi, I'm Marcus. I'm here to fix your washer and dryer."
He was a well built black man, a by product of having been a furniture mover for years. And on this 90 degree day, his shorts and tank top didn't leave much to the imagination, including the bulge in his crotch.
"Oh, yeah. Come on in. I'm Janice."
"Pleasure to meet you Janice."
She stepped aside and Marcus entered the house. The cool air felt good and he turned and waited as she closed the door behind him. His large form blocked most of the hallway and he shifted to move into her path, pretending to be trying to get out of the way. The shifted a couple of times until he said, "Shall we dance?"
He reached out and took a hold of her hips, moving in closer, feigning some dance steps. She was a little taken a back, but laughed nervously. Marcus released her and moved out of the way.
"The washer and dryer are downstairs."
Marcus watched as she walked past, following her into the kitchen.
"I don't mean to sound forward, but could I trouble you for a glass of water? It's a scorcher out there today."
"Oh, sure. No problem."
Marcus watched her reach up into the cupboard to get a glass, admiring the fine white ass hidden beneath her shorts.
"You must work out."
That made her stop and look at him, a slight flush on her face.
"Well, I have a treadmill I use. Thanks for noticing."
She poured some cold water into the glass and handed it to him.
Marcus stood straight, leaning back as he gulped down the water. He knew this pose would accentuate his figure and he saw her looking him over out of the corner of his eye.
He finished the water and handed the glass back to Janice. "Thanks" he said with a smile.
With that, she walked down the basement steps, Marcus following closely. She showed him the washer and dryer.
She briefly described the problem and Marcus started an empty load in the washing machine. He saw a leak in the back and motioned her to come over. She leaned over the now vibrating machine, craning her neck to look in the back. Marcus leaned over her, pushing against her, making her crotch rub against the washer in the front, and his crotch in the back.
He could tell she was nervous and was trying hard not to show it. She saw the leak and moved to lean away from the washer, but he didn't move. Instead, he ground his crotch into her harder and reached his hands around her front to grab her breasts pinching her nipples just as the washer went into its spin cycle and started vibrating faster.
The combination of sensations caused Janice to gasp and her knees weakened, forcing her to lean into him for support.
She regained her composure and reached up to move his hands away.
"I don't know what you think you are doing but I ..."
Marcus pinched her nipples again, pushing his now hard cock against her ass, while kissing the side of her neck.
Again she hesitated as her body's reaction got the better of her.
"Please stop. I don't want you to do this. I'm a married woman."
But Marcus didn't stop. He was massaging her breasts, slowly gyrating against her ass as the washer caused her clit to vibrate.
She tried to say something, but he swung her around to face him, pushing her against the washer as he gave her a strong kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
She put her hands against his chest, trying to push him away. But her resistance was weakening and he could tell. He kept kissing, pulling her close to him, making sure she could feel his large cock pushing against her.
Janice stopped pushing him away, and let her feelings take over. Sensing this, Marcus lifted her up, placing her on the washer. He moved his hands over back, sliding up under her shirt. Her cool skin felt good against his rough hands.
They continued kissing, with her tongue now working its way into his mouth. He moved one hand to her front, grabbing a breast well the other worked with the clasp of her bra. With expert skill, the bra came loose. He quickly pulled her shirt over her head and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the vibrations that now went through her whole body.
With her shirt gone, her bra fell away from her body and he tossed it aside. She leaned back on her arms, causing her breasts to stick out. He took the opportunity to begin sucking and licking them, eliciting new moans from Janice.
Without her noticing, Marcus removed his shorts and underwear as he sucked her nipples. His big, black cock sprung free.
He put his arms around her again, pulling her close. She leaned against him, still lost in the feelings of her body. He took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. She was startled at first and pulled away to look it. This was the first time she had seen a black cock, and the contrast of her milky white hand against it was fascinating to her.
"My god, it's huge" she said, still looking at it.
"Stroke it baby, it won't hurt you."
She did as he said, moving her hand up and down its length. He pulled her shorts and underwear off, enjoying the look on her face as she stared at his penis, now completely swollen and hard.
